When Ruyan finished tending to their larger wounds, the sky gradually darkened, and the moon with a golden halo finally rose!
The moon, perfectly round and adorable, was so pure, like a silver jade plate reflecting beams of white light!
Moonlight illuminated half the sky, and at this moment, Poison seemed to hear a familiar voice, "Young master, young master…"
Upon hearing this voice, Poison looked in the direction of the sound and found that it was Lige. Startled, he asked, "Lige? Why are you here? Where's my sister?"
"Young master, I'm sorry. I didn't protect the master. Young master… our clan members, they are all dead. The miss, the miss is… not far from here, you…"
Lige, covered in blood, pointed to a place, but before he could finish speaking, he stopped breathing.
Hearing this, Poison grew even more anxious, "Ruyan, help take care of them, I'm going to have a look."
"Okay, hurry up and go."
